Why do we lose the greatest of friends?

The ones we believe care the most;

The ones who have been there through it all;

And the ones who are able to hurt us more that anyone else?

They are undeniable and irreplaceable.

Maybe that is why it hurts so bad once they're gone.

You want to talk to them and ask them why,

But that may push them further away.

You feel helpless, because there's nothing you can do.

Except perhaps make things worse...

You try to forget about all of the memories,

Even if they were short lived and small,

But that just makes you wish that there had been more memories to hold on to.

More talks, more smiles, and more laughs.

But then they're ripped away from you within seconds.

You're left with nothing but your own thoughts,

Drowning you with their painful scenes and

Slowly suffocating you in your restless sleep.

Life begins to feel slightly worthless...

And you... still don't want to give up, regardless.

You want that friendship back, no matter how hard it may be.

Because a friend like that...

Often never comes again.

And you fight to get it back,

Only to be shoved back in the dirt and told you're not good enough.

At least, that's how you feel about it.

Like, your friendship never meant anything in the first place.

What was it all for, then?

What was the purpose of them being friends with you in the beginning?

To pass the time or to forget?

You wish you knew...

And all you want is for things to go back to the way they were.

All you want is your friend back.

(Now, replace all of the "you" with "I", "my" and "me")

This is for all of the friends I've lost and, more importantly, the most recent one.